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    MADE IN AMERICA
    Made in America
    Nineteen fifty-nine
    Born down by the factories
    Cross the jersey city line
    Raised on radio
    Just a jukebox kid
    I was all right
    Just a small town homeboy
    With big time dreams
    Following his conscience
    In a world full of extremes
    Fresh outta high school
    Only seventeen
    I was all right
    Blinded by my vision
    There was just no turning back
    Like a runaway train
    Life was steaming down the track
    You'd say I'd never make it out
    But I kept on hanging on
    Every night I prayed to Jesus
    And held my head up strong
    I was all right
    I landed on my feet
    Made in America
    I was brought up on the street
    My old man's independence
    Seemed good enough for me
    I was made in America
    Made in America
    Never cared much about politics
    Till I was twenty-one
    But I woke up when Lennon
    Found the wrong end of a gun
    He left his inspiration
    Before he said goodbye
    And we were all right
    We all lose out innocence
    It's impossible to hold
    I didn't know it then
    I had a packet full of gold
    When I kissed those younger days goodbye
    It almost broke my heart
    I was going to through my growing pains
    I was driving in the dark
    But I was all right
    I landed on my feet
    Made in America
    I was brought up on the street
    I'm facing up to freedom
    And chasing down my dream
    I was made in America
    Yeah I was made in America
    Yeah we all lose our innocence
    It's impossible to hold
    I just didn't know it then
    I had a packet full of gold
    When they said I'd never make it
    I just kept on hanging on
    And every night I prayed to Jesus
    And I held my head up strong
    And I was all right
    I landed on my feet
    Made in America
    I was brought up on the street
    Facing up to who I am
    Chasing down my dream
    I was made in America
    Yeah I was made in America
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